Rebirth of the Entertainment Grandmaster

Wei Zixuan's poem is really a piece of "beautiful jade". Everyone present has good taste and praised him one after another. This poem can be passed down from generation to generation, and it is undoubtedly a masterpiece.

After Mr. Shui Qing drank a glass of wine, he said: "This poem by Xinping is indeed a good poem. Whose turn is it next?"

He looked around at everyone.

Yu Yueqing opened her lips and said, "Let me do it." She had already thought about what poem she was going to write. Although it might be a little worse than Wei Zixuan, it was still a good poem after racking her brains.

"How bright is the bright moon? It shines on my bed curtains. I am so worried that I can't sleep. I pick up my clothes and wander around. Although the guests are happy, it is better to return home early. I leave the house alone and wander. Who should I complain to when I am worried? When I lead you back into the room, I wet my clothes with tears.

Clothes."

Yu Yueqing read it out. It was a five-character ancient poem with five characters and ten sentences. As soon as she read it, Ye Tang applauded vigorously. The future mother-in-law would have to praise her with all her strength. Besides, this poem is quite good. Compared with

Wei Zixuan’s is not much different.

But what kind of trouble does it mean to "stain my clothes with tears"? And "sorrowful and unable to sleep".

Are you forced to express sorrow in order to compose new words?

Ye Tang glanced at Yu Yueqing a little strangely. Could it be that he missed a man?

Oh my god!

Ye Tang was in a cold sweat.

Yu Yueqing naturally saw his weird look, so she stretched out her hand and twisted his thigh under the table. "You brat, if you think about it again, I'll strangle you to death!"

Somewhat angry.

Wei Zixuan also clapped his hands and said with a sparkle in his eyes: "What a beautiful poem. Miss Yu's literary talent is extraordinary. I admire you." His tone was quite admiring, but he didn't know whether he really admired her or pretended to admire her.

No matter how he looked at it, Ye Tang felt that this guy was a bit vain and hypocritical.

Yu Yueqing nodded to Wei Zixuan and did not speak. Instead, she looked at Mr. Shui Qing and Mrs. Shui Qing. They were the real judges. How could she not hear Wei Zixuan's compliments?

Mr. Shui Qing and Mrs. Shui Qing did not speak, but Luo Yao did, saying, "Sister Yu, you did a great job." She also raised her thumbs up.

Luo Yao's words are indeed sincere. Yu Yueqing's poem does not have gorgeous words, but it writes the thoughts of a lonely woman down to the smallest detail. It is rare, and she cannot write it.

What does "staining clothes with tears" mean? Is her husband gone?

Luo Yao was a little confused.

Yu Yueqing's poem had a somewhat sad and graceful flavor. Mrs. Shui Qing clapped her hands and said, "Good poetry, alas, it's not easy for women." How could she not hear the sadness in Yu Yueqing's poem, so she sighed.

Mr. Shui Qing felt a little embarrassed and coughed dryly: "Talk about poetry, don't talk about anything else." His wife's words were too easy for people to misunderstand, and they thought something was wrong with him.

Mrs. Shui Qing also felt that her exclamation was a bit inappropriate, and immediately said: "Yue Qing's poems are very good, even better than Zixuan's." After saying this, she glared at Mr. Shui Qing, they were already an old couple, what are you thinking about?

, she just expressed her feelings.

Mrs. Shui Qing's evaluation was a bit excessive. Yu Yueqing quickly waved her hand and said: "Mrs., thank you for your praise. Mr. Wei's poems are really good."

Although Wei Zixuan's poem is only four sentences short, it is indeed half better than hers. There is no doubt that Yu Yueqing can tell who is better and who is worse.

Ye Tang was pinched so hard by Yu Yueqing that he almost grinned, but he had to bear it and couldn't scream out, otherwise he would suffer even more.

When Yu Yueqing spoke to Mrs. Shui Qing, she let go of her hand. Ye Tang rubbed his thigh and cursed, "Mother-in-law, if you don't bully others like this, why don't you say anything?"

Somewhat aggrieved.

Yu Yueqing didn't bother to pay attention to his grievances, but said: "Ye Tang, it's your turn." Brat, can you still write a good poem today? If you can't, I'll go back and beat your butt to pieces. Don't you dare to read it?

Don't dare to think wildly.

Yu Yueqing's eyes were very malicious. Ye Tang couldn't help but shudder. Mother-in-law, what do you want to do...

Ye Tang felt a chill and chill on his back.

But just write poetry, he is not afraid.

"Sister Luoyao, how about...you come first?" Ye Tang asked kindly. If he did it, Luo Yao would not be able to sing in the opera.

Luo Yao glared at Ye Tang: "You go first, and I will do it after you do it." This little kid finally stopped calling her Sister Yao, and Luo Yao felt a lot more comfortable.

"Xiao Wu'er, how about you compose a song too?" Mrs. Shui Qing suddenly spoke, looking at Lin Wu with a smile.

Lin Wu sat down and didn't say a few words. She was as quiet as a fairy painting. Mrs. Shui Qing had a strong impression of her. This child was really sensible.

After Mrs. Shui Qing's words came out, Lin Wu opened her little mouth slightly and was a little stunned. She was asked to compose a poem? She really couldn't do it.

Lin Wu looked very embarrassed, and Ye Tang said: "Mrs. Shui Qing, I helped Lin Wu compose her poem. She... is a little inconvenient today." Lin Wu probably couldn't compose a poem, but Ye Tang

I don't want to see her feel wronged.

Hearing Ye Tang say that he wanted to help the little girl compose a poem, Wei Zixuan immediately sneered and said, "I haven't even finished it yet, so I'm helping others compose it. I'm not ashamed of myself."

Wei Zixuan is quite disdainful of Ye Tang. He has already published three excellent works. If you don't make a fool of yourself, it's good. You dare to say that you helped others compose it, you are an ignorant child.

"Xinping, pay attention to your demeanor." Mr. Shui Qing frowned and was dissatisfied. Why is this Wei Zixuan so angry with a child? Where has his demeanor gone?

Mrs. Shui Qing also said: "Zixuan, don't talk nonsense." She was also a little dissatisfied.

Being scolded by both the teacher and his wife, Wei Zixuan quickly said: "Yes, teacher and wife, Xinping realizes his mistake." Wei Zixuan did a pretty good job of respecting his elders.

But Ye Tang was very unhappy. I asked him, "Did Wei Zixuan take the wrong medicine? Why do you keep targeting him?"

Ye Tang was speechless.

Luo Yao was also very dissatisfied with Wei Zixuan and said with a cold face: "Wei Zixuan, it's none of your business if people want to help you. Dogs only mind other people's business." She snorted and turned her face away, looking at it.

Don't want to look at him.

Ye Tang was speechless again, this damn little girl, you can just scold Wei Zixuan if you want to, why did you bring him along? Why did he become a mouse?

Ye Tang felt a little embarrassed.

But this was not the time to argue with her. Ye Tang chuckled at Wei Zixuan, grabbed the wine bottle and stood up. Since Wei Zixuan wanted to slap him in the face, he would give him a hard slap.

Naturally, he wanted to write a poem when he was slapped in the face. When he stood up, Ye Tang imitated Wei Zixuan and walked slowly. Wei Zixuan laughed a little when he saw it, and even imitated him in pacing. He really didn't know how high the sky was.

His poems were written slowly and slowly for fifteen or sixteen steps. Does he still want to compete with him to see who has the more agile literary thinking? It's ridiculous.

Mrs. Shuiqing also laughed, this child is a bit unreliable.

Luo Yao also laughed in a low voice. The little monkey is really interesting. Why grab a wine flask? Just follow the ancients and be free and uninhibited!

Luo Yao thought it was quite funny.

Yu Yueqing and Mr. Shui Qing didn't feel anything at all. They just thought this boy was a bit naughty. If you want to write a poem, just write a poem. Why grab a wine bottle? If you want to drink heavily and then write a poem, you can't!

Ye Tang helped her out, and Lin Wu was very grateful. At this time, she looked at him with watery eyes, and thought to herself, Come on, Ye Tang. When she said these words in her heart, she glanced at Wei Zixuan, her eyes

There was a flash of coldness.

This guy named Wei is so disgusting!

"The treasure mirror of the bright soul rises in the sky, the fairy sounds in the clouds are silent, the night is full, and the clouds are always bright, and the clouds are thousands of miles away. The cunning rabbit falls from the sky, the monster toads stop appearing in front of you, the souls make an agreement to join hands,

Let’s wait until the Milky Way is completely cleared.”

Ye Tang did not keep them waiting for a long time. After taking two steps, he started to read poems. He had many poems with the theme of "Moon". If you read any one of them, it would be a masterpiece. Wei Zixuan, you have to be a master.

Right, let me see how you get it.

Ye Tang recited the poem much faster than Wei Zixuan, as if he had just finished it once in his mind. Wei Zixuan was immediately a little surprised. This Ye Qing seemed to have two brushes, and he only took two steps.

He wrote a fine poem, which is on par with his poem, so he is quite capable.

Wei Zixuan was a little surprised, but then he was relieved. He should have already prepared the draft. He had proposed the topic "Moon" for a while, so it was not difficult to understand that he had worked hard to come up with a good poem.

Moreover, the teacher has been praising him all the time. He must have some crooked talents. It is not surprising that he can write a decent poem.

"Zi Qing did a great job, this poem..."

"turn to lack of frost and lose to turn to late,"

The poem written by Ye Tang was very suitable for the occasion, and it was a rare masterpiece. Mr. Shui Qing couldn't help but praise it and started to comment. However, what surprised him was that before he finished speaking, Ye Tang started writing poems again.

And he spoke on the third step.

Mr. Shuiqing's neck seemed to be strangled, and a lot of praises were stuck in his throat.

This brat, can you let me finish my sentence?

Mr. Shui Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

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